Maundy Thursday

[truant_horatio]

As last year, the Prince's consort, or perhaps just a simple quiet man with tired eyes and a weary smile, is sitting in the main room with a large basin, a pitcher of water, and a towel, and offering to wash the feet of anyone who will come.

And I say to you, do to one another as I have done to you, he says, and he sits and waits for you. His

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[norweenish]

Hey, buddy, what's going on?

[norweenish]

*(we're sorry, Horatio!) finds this whole thing incredibly weird* So, you do this for everyone?

[truant_horatio]

All who come to me. *washywashy*

[norweenish]

*shakes his head* You're a good man, Horatio.

[truant_horatio]

I seek to do as my lord Christ hath taught me.

[norweenish]

Yeah, yeah, just make sure you don't get killed. Again. Er.

[truant_horatio]

*quietly* My Lord could not bear it. It shall not again be.

[norweenish]

Good. I'm sorry.

[truant_horatio]

Be not so, Your Majesty. It hath past.

[norweenish]

Right. Bygones.

[truant_horatio]

*nods slightly, and smiles slightly; a tiredish smile, a little sad, but it's forgiven, certainly--what's come before is forgiven*

[norweenish]

*clears his throat* Well, thanks for the foot-washing.

[truant_horatio]

I pray it please thee, Majesty.

[norweenish]

*pulling his socks back on* It was certainly an experience.

[truant_horatio]

*the tiniest bit of a laugh*

[norweenish]

*smiles* Happy Easter, buddy.